So my son (#1) calls and says lets go on a Wounded Warrior Run on Saturday and I say OK with me. Son #2 was called and he was in for it too. Both of them knew more about it then I did but the plans were made to meet up at o dark 30 to head for a breakfast before the run.
The sun was just starting to come up over the river by my house as we were setting out. Breakfast was a good idea.
So we get to the meet up spot in Jackson (met the Mayor and a lot of the Vets),had some more coffee, some good conversation and watched as the other bikes and old cars pulling into the lot. This bike get my award for the best bike to show up.
And this car for my favorite. Please remember that Jersey is a big rot state and it's hard to find a 50's car in decent shape so I was impressed.
From the gather up spot we then rode in a column with fire trucks, rescue vehicles, ambulances and military vehicles all with a police escort to the Central Jersey Gun Club that sponsered the event where there was a ceremony to honor the wounded warriors that were present.
The really cool part of this photo is there are many generations of Vets there. The guy sitting on the left is a very decorated WW2 Vet, the guy stitting on the right is one of two Vets there that are Korean War Vets and he is a Chosen Few (Vet of the Chosen (spelling ?) Resevoir) as is one of the other Vets in the left side of the pic mixed in amond Vets of the Iraq and Afaganistan and the guy standing with the American Flag in his helemt is a Vietnam Vet.
Then the Gun club announced open shooting for anyone that wanted to and I wanted to. I used to shoot all the time but haven't shot much in the last 25 years.
The guy running the skeet shoot area straightened out my lack of ability to hit a clay pigeon after about the fourth shot. Amazing what a pro can do to help you that I haven't been able to do the whole rest of my life. He had me hitting doubles in no time. I also shot in the pistol range. Shot a 38, 22, 9mm, a 45, a 40 cal desert eagle and a 454 (had never heard of one before) that son #1 refered to as a hand cannon. And it hurt the hand when you fired it. The guy who owned the gun was just glad I didn't drop it when it went off, he says a lot of people do. I started out hitting the targets pretty well but my grouping left something to be desired but after shooting a while I started shooting to the left and couldn't figure out why.
Then they closed to range and fed us some really good food before they opened the range again. I never got to the rifle range or the old west shoot area cause we had to leave but man, did we have fun.
Last pic is the three of us. I don't usually wear chaps but it was in the 40's and the old bones chill easy. And don't ask about the bow tie, son #2 has taken to wearing them whenever we ride the motorcycles (I don't know why) but I am always glad when the three of us get a great day out like this, God had been good to me and I am thankful. Hope the pics come out properly.
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